I pretend not to care

But even I can hear

I know that you're there

Feeding on my fear


I try to hear silence

But noise still comes through

Why must you use violence

And spread rumors, too?


The rumors are nasty

Make me seem like a whore

This gossip is ghastly

When the truth is a bore


So go and belittle me

And come make me cry

But soon, ain't you gonna be

Shocked when I die?

Yeah, so this is a poem about how rumors can destroy someone's life. One thing leads to the next, and sooner or later they'll get too big. If you've ever read 13 Reasons Why, you'll understand what I'm saying. If you haven't, go check it out. ............So? What're you waiting for? Stop reading this and review!